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I am a Scorpio. I enjoy long walks on the beach, drinking copious amounts of alcohol, and men in hockey masks. In my spare time I work to foil the plans of my arch nemesis, utilize my eight finger discount, and lecture from my soapbox about social injustices. I do not tolerate fools or like people who make Walmart plural.
I judge people who are missing more teeth than they have, unless they are old. I would like to someday be the scary old woman in the neighborhood that all the children are afraid of, however I will be misunderstood and actually a sweet old lady turned bitter by the disappointments of this cruel, cruel life.
I will have made my vast wealth telling fortunes under the alias the Mad Madame Mim and selling t-shirts in tourist destinations that say “Life isn’t always flowers and sausages”.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

For Selena Warren being a witch is no big deal. She dabbles in harmless magic with her friends and never thinks much about it. When her grandmother is attacked, Selene uncovers an ancient grudge that threatens the lives of everyone she loves.

With no other choice, she puts her trust in a stranger who knows more about who she is than she does and shows her a world of elves, half-elves, fae -- and one peculiar sekhmet named Femi.

This unusual new world could swallow Selene whole, take away everything that makes her who she is, but the with a forgotten past beating down her door, she will have to dive in to save her future.

Monday, December 10, 2012

It comes out soon, friends, very soon. Hopefully the week after Christmas to be more exact.

So here is a little excerpt just for you!

“Need a hand?” Cheney’s decidedly
less angry voice came from behind me.

I turned toward him, adrenaline
pumping through my veins as my body ready to dump everything and run, but all
he did was take the bag of groceries from my arms.

“How do you just appear out of
nowhere?”

He cocked an eyebrow and shot me a
half smirk that would have been ridiculously sexy if I didn’t hate him—and he
didn’t scare the crap out of me. “Shall we?”

I rolled my eyes, but led him to the
front door. “If I let you come in, will you promise not to hurt me?” I knew a
fat lot of good a promise would do me, but it’d make me feel better if I at
least had one.

“If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done so
by now, Selene.”

The way my named rolled off his tongue
sent chills down my spine. It was so familiar, yet completely terrifying. “Why
are you here?”

He didn’t reply only nodded toward
the front door.

“You didn’t promise,” I said
stubbornly.

He looked up at the sky. “I promise
harm will not come to Selene Warren this night by my hands. If it does, may the
stars rain down fire upon me and my flesh boil from my body for all eternity.”
He looked back at me with a wicked smile. “Happy now?”

“A simple, I promise not to hurt you, would
have been fine,” I muttered as I opened the door and flipped the switch. In the
kitchen Cheney placed the bag on the counter then leaned against it, staring at
me with something swimming underneath the surface. He looked lean and dangerous
like a predator watching its prey.